The Medic was moderately impressed with the boy's enthusiasm. What he wasn't thrilled about was finding that firstly Peter was kidnapped from his family. Secondly. Yondu threatened to let his crew eat him if he misbehaved and that he was orphaned save for his grandfather which was why he called him Gramps. Although Peter made it clear that he thought that his grandfather didn't want him. Which was why he didn't worry so much about him. Meanwhile Peter thought he was the coolest.

"I mean you survived space man!" Peter gushed nearly jumping up and down in excitement. "That's awesome!"

"I wouldn't say awesome as more so lucky," he shrugged. "I was just lucky that Yondu came along."

I'm not even sure on how I survived. Even a...Gallifreyan!

"I'm Gallifreyan!"

"A what?" Peter stared at him with confusion at the sudden outburst.

"Gallifreyan a person from the planet Gallifrey..."

"What happened to it?" Peter whispered.

"It..." The Medic faltered as a fleeting memory fell through his consciousness horrifying him ..."It's gone. And I killed them."

"What?" Now Peter sounded scared. He couldn't blame him, he had just admitted to a genocide of his own people...

WHY WOULD I DO THAT?! He frantically thought to himself.

"I had no choice," he whispered aloud as if it justified it as he sat down on a discarded storage container the memories of his past coming to him. "There was a war...a Great War. My people had gone mad with power. If they won then they'd rule the galaxy with an iron fist and kill everyone else that wasn't like them. If the enemy won then all of creation would've been wiped out..."

"Whoa," Peter whispered sounding stunned sitting down next to him. "That...that sucks."

"I've committed genocide against my people," The Medic moaned putting his head in his hands with shame.

"But you said you had no choice," Peter countered.

"Doesn't make right," The Medic shot back.

"Well, you said it yourself. You said you had no choice and it was either let of everyone get destroyed by these other guys or let your people rule over nothing but themselves or worse. I guess the way I see it is being really like you said you didn't have any choice," Peter said. "Do you feel bad for it?"

"Of course I do!" The Medic snapped looking at Peter.

"Then you ain't bad," Peter said in reasonable manner. "If you didn't feel bad for it, then I'd be worried but looks like you do you feel bad, so I reckon that you are not so bad."

"Think so?" The Medic asked.

"Yeah and besides you can choose better now? Right?"

"I suppose so," The Medic said slowly hope coming through for the first in a long time it felt like. Yes, he couldn't make up for the fact that he killed his people even if it was done in the name of safety and sanity but he could be better... yes, he would be better.

"Groovy," Peter smiled at him. "Now come on! I've got more of the ship to show you!"

"Aye aye sir."

After the tour Peter had left to set up a bunk for him The Medic had gone to find Yondu. He figured that the man had a right to know what kind of crewman he was getting so there'd be no nasty surprises in the future. After all he was only on their ride with the limited charity of the captain, and he did not want to get kicked off as a result of the captain, finding out that his new crewmate what is a genocidal murderer or given the fact that he was a pirate, he might not care. Well still, it was better than he knew.

As it turned out he found Yondu talking with Kraglin about something in one of the dead ends. Fortunately they were alone which meant less witnesses and less explanation for him.

"Captain, it would seem some of the memories have come back."

"That'd be a name?" Yondu said turning towards him. Kraglin looked interested in the answer as well.

"No," The Medic said carefully. "More like actions before here...I'm a war criminal... I killed my own people..."

"And?" Yondu looked supremely unimpressed. "What do you want? Sympathy?"

"I was thinking fear would be a reasonable reaction," The Medic commented. He did not that Kraglin looked a bit spooked. Well at least someone reacted properly.

"You planning on killing us?"

"Nooo," The Medic drew out the word. "I mean I didn't kill them on a lark. I killed them because I had no choice. They were threatening the universe and the other side was no better..."

"Huh, well question still stands. You planning on killing us?"

"No. And I must say you're being awfully cavilar about this," The Medic commented.

"I've been in war," Yondu replied cryptically. "I know the score. Believe me, I know what it's like to make a tough choice that you ain't exactly thrilled with to put it nicely. Now I don't know how you did it and I don't care. I don't care what you've done in the past, but if any of my crew gets threatened by you like the kid." Yondu whistled sharply and previously unseen arrow hurled its way forward stopping a mere inch from his head leaving no doubt of where it could've embedded itself into. Namely his head.

"You got me old man?" Yondu growled.

"Crystal clear," The Medic nodded gravely. "I understand."

"Then we ain't got nothing to discuss now. Kraglin!" The younger man or rather boy jumped. "Make sure this man has a bunk."

"Young Quill is taking care of that...and speaking of which what's this about eating him?"

"Oh that joke's a good one," Yondu laughed.

"Joke?! He thought it was a legitimate threat!" The Medic barked. "He's a boy from a backwater planet that barely has had contact with other worlds. That's not funny! He's traumatized!"

Yondu for a split seconded looked stunned and a bit worried but that was quickly covered by a smirk.

"Not my fault he can't figure it, I heard worst things when I was kid."

"You must have had a charming childhood if you've heard worst," The Medic hissed back.

"Ain't nothing charming about being a being a battle slave," Yondu said with a hard edge filled with bitterness.

"You were born into slavery?" That would explain his rough edges there.

"Nope sold," Yondu snarled. "And I wasn't kidnapped unlike Quill." Does that mean...oh good grief. His family sold him. That's enough to make anyone rough around the edges.

"Why did you kidnap the boy?"

"My business!" Yondu snapped. "I kept him as a thief!"

"You took a child away from a family!" The Medic sniped back.

"His mother is dead! And he ain't told me about no family!"

"Given you told him that he'd be eaten I can understand why he wouldn't divulge that information!"

"YOU WANT TO BE THROWN OUT?! I CAN SPACE YOU!" Yondu at this point looked livid and fully willing to carry out the threat. Not that the Medic cared. He'd hurt Peter.

"NOT ON MY WATCH WHILE I HAVE PETER! SOMEONE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF THE BOY!"

"YOU THINK WE AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM!"

"YOU KIDNAPPED HIM AND THEN TRAUMATIZED HIM BY 'JOKINGLY' SAYING YOU'LL EAT HIM! WHAT DO YOU THINK?!"

"SO YOU'D CARE FOR HIM?! YOU BARELY KNOW THE BRAT!" Now he looked slightly surprised even though he was still pretty angry with him. He could see it underneath the aggression.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW LONG I'VE LONG I'VE KNOWN THE BOY! I CARE ABOUT PETER! HE NEEDS HELP AND I WILL HELP HIM!" The Medic ended his shout with a snap. Yondu looked at hard while Kraglin looked torn between mad and scared at what would happen.

"We did help him in way I mean he's a good kid and a fine thief. He said his Mama died and that's all. I don't know about other family but I reckon that his Mama was all he got. He don't wanna go back to Terra because he got nothing there far as I know," Kraglin meekly pipped in making the two stare at him.

"So who cares for him?" The Medic asked Kraglin ignoring the furious Yondu.

"Nobody," Kraglin shrugged. "He done takes care of himself."

"Well no more, I'll care for him. Oh and you're stuck with us since I don't have anywhere to go save here," The Medic's gaze turned to Yondu who looked defensive and yet if he looked hard enough relieved. Did he care? It was possibly but given his gruff exterior that remained to be seen.

"Fine," Yondu bit off. "But don't you give me no lip."

"Not in front of the crew at least," The Medic agreed.

"No. Lip." Yondu growled. "None. Or I'll end you."

That was a threat but The Medic was good at working with those and bending the rules. It was doable for now. Until he got his bearings and then he'd get them out of this bad situation...with Kraglin in tow. The kid didn't seem too bad.

"Very well," The Medic bowed his head with acquiesce. "I, the Medic agree with you Captain Yondu Udonta."

"Good," Yondu said with harsh huff of air. "I'll let this slide since you is new. Welcome to the Ravagers. You'll be our hacker for now."

"Fine by me," The Medic nodded. "Now if you'll excuse me. I've got to see if Peter has finished my bunk. Good day."

The Medic turned and walked off only to see Kraglin was following him.

"You care about the kid?" He asked The Medic bluntly.

"I do," The Medic answered sincerely.

"Good," Kraglin said. "Because I'm warning you, you hurt him then there ain't no place in the galaxy that you won't get away for me or Yondu you hear? If you care for the boy, make sure he's fine and dandy. Well captain and I will have no problems with you. Even if you give lip."

So he does care at the very least he'll allow me to do this. "I assure you that you have my word. I will do my best to keep Peter safe," The Medic said.

"Good," Kraglin nodded. "Let's see about that bunk now."

"Hey! You're here!" Peter's excited shout greeted him and Kraglin as they entered near a energy store. The boy ran up to him excitedly. "I found a place for ya!"

His bunk that Peter had set up was a storage room with a few of the items thrown out with a cot and some messy bed clothes thrown on it. It was perhaps big enough for him to maybe sleep and relax in...for a time at least. He could see himself tinkering here.

"Well done my boy," he said to Peter who beamed at the praise. "I think I'll fit in here just fine."

"Good, now no getting into trouble ," Kraglin said. He gave a look to The Medic that clearly was aimed at reminding him of his promise. Merlin nodded which seemed to satisfy Kraglin.

"Did you tell them about the killing?"

"I believe the word you're looking for is genocide and yes I did," The Medic confirmed to Peter. "Can't have people finding out the hard way. It rarely ends well for anyone."

"Oh. Well I'm glad they accepted you. I mean it wasn't your fault."

"So would beg to differ but that's neither here or there. And for the record I didn't want to do it. Those tosspots forced me. Like I said I had no choice."

"What's a tosspots?"

"Its tosspot which means idiot or a jerk if that helps," The Medic said sitting on the cot. Peter sat cross legged on the ground looking up at him.

"Where's that from?"

"Good question because I haven't the foggiest," The Medic sighed explosively. "Well I'm knackered out, so I reckon I'll take a kip for a tic."

"Knackered? Kip? Tic? Huh, you're weird."

"Am not," The Medic retorted tiredly.

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Gordon Bennett you're not stopping are you?" He said looking at Peter who smirked shamelessly.

"Nope because you sound weird," Peter said with his smirk firmly in place.

"Bah cheeky brat."

"So whatcha gonna do here?"

"Comedy relief," The Medic cheekily said.

"Really?"

"Of course...well that and hacking," The Medic said he laid down on the cot.

"Groovy," Peter bounced excitedly as he got to his feet. Apparently he got the hint that The Medic needed his nap. "Can't believe you're becoming a pirate like me. I've been doing it for about two years so stick with me. I'll teach you how to be a Ravager."

I look forward to this new adventure. Was his last thought before falling asleep.